A Descent into the Maelström The ways of God in Nature, as in Providence, are not as our ways; nor are the models that we frame any way commensurate to the vastness...
A Decided Loss – A Tale a la Blackwood O breathe not, &c. — Moore’s Melodies. The most notorious ill-fortune must, in the end, yield to the untiring courage of philosophy...
The Conversation Of Eiros And Charmion EIROS. Why do you call me Eiros? CHARMION. So henceforward will you always be called. You must forget, too, my earthly name, and...
The Colloquy Of Monos And Una UNA. “Born again?” MONOS. Yes, fairest and best beloved Una, “born again.” These were the words upon whose mystical meaning I had so long pondered...
Bon-Bon — A Tale. “Notre Gulliver” — dit le Lord Bolingbroke — “a de telles fables.” — Voltaire. That Pierre Bon-Bon was a Restaurateur of uncommon qualifications, no man who...
The Black Cat For the most wild, yet most homely narrative which I am about to pen, I neither expect nor solicit belief. Mad indeed would I be to expect...
The Angel of the Odd — An Extravaganza It was a chilly November afternoon. I had just consummated an unusually hearty dinner, of which the dyspeptic truffe formed not the...
It is not improbable that a few farther steps in phrenological science will lead to a belief in the existence, if not to the actual discovery and location of an organ of analysis. If this power (which...
